Right now they were equals in this bubble of personal safety, and it never rang true more than when Liam called his name like a mantra-- the whisper that filled his own heart with such unspeakable tenderness. This was not a sin, it could not be could it?

Not for him in this moment where touching Liam was like a whispered prayer furled ever upward toward the heavens.

"Tell me what you want?" The path of mouth wound around that neck from one side to the other, "Tell me if I hurt you.. or do something you do not like." It was perfectly clear that this night Riley was heaven-bound in seeing to Liam's comfort and pleasure in the way Gregory had not.